dis type of shit happens everyday
all dem i'm under mourn for people pon stay
but none of dem have the guts to pull out and spray
none of them have the guts to pull out and spray
{young chop on the beat.}
i got diamonds on my blocka. serve it to my flocka
yeah
that's my flocka
to my flocka. pray to lord on my shotta
she be proper
yeah
that's my flocka. i'm that ferragamo hussein
rock of ages
semi-god estate
gettin' cake
could've thought i'm jewish
fuck
fuck
fuck
might lose your soul for my language
nowadays
niggas been at round tables talking all that heinous language
plutonica
insomnia
put that money on your head - balenciagi yarmulke
fifteen when i carried loads of them oziums
and them bag of nicks
i mean groceries
i mean daddy knows ain't no controlling me
my bad
looks cocky
might sag
she give me head before the ass and never let no nigga smash; no puffing
no pass
we breaking if we can get half - thank you for making it last
get everything that you got
break me a piece of that off
rest in peace niggas i lost
oh god
this shit too cold for the mink
ye
bang
bang
bang. my niggas ain't tamed
might buried your ass in that sphinx
mane
sip merlot
watch us make the champagne rain
let my ding-a-lang hang
i'm a southside nigga where the 'caine reign
we running
summers
we running
spring and fall
jogging be nothing
winter
they cuffing
cuffing them up as they loving the same month as my niggas stuffing
riding through
rockin'
shaka zulu
block or whole family blue
yeah
suwoo
ain't you supposed to preach what you practice? put a rubber on if you stabbing
get baptized if you baptist but ain't it evil to live backwards?
holy ghost
hold on
chakalu blakalu los - that's tongue for you niggas who lost